New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1887-02-02
HER DREAM.
Whiteuan Review.

W WOuuu Illo ,SuScepClDlllJ1eS OF any
one now living, I suppress proper
names as we'll as a few OF the least i'm
portant details. As to the improba-
blllty, that is a matter of no concern,
because it is simply true. AS to the
impossibility, Ileave that to be dis.
cussed by the incredulous, who are so
wise when they know nothing about a
matte
About ten years ago Lady Dash was
staying at a large hotel in a fashion
able watering place on the western
coast Of France. We will call the ho-
tel the Lion dor, although that was
not its name, the Lady Dash's daugh-
ter Blanche, as it is more convenient
to have a real Christian name
than to subsist on continual mi
tials. The Dashes had just ar
rived with courier and maid and an i'm
mense pile of luggage, intending to
stay till Easter, when they were due
at Rome. After q rather early dinner,
they spent the evening in the gardens
and listened to an excellent band while
chatting with some friends who had
just turned up. Lady Dash at last
said it was delightful, but it was time
to go to bed. She led the way in her
handsome black draperies, a lace veil
thrown over her white hair. Blanche
followed slowly, loathe to leave the
moonlight on the sea, the pregnant
shadows in the garden, the scent of
flowers and cigarettes, all the bright
ness and the beauty outside under the
stars, and shut herself within four
walls with a candle instead of glow.
worm. Her mother glanced over her
shoulder to see if she were following,
and then disappeared inside the wide
open doors which led into brilliant
ly-lighted hall. Although the hotel
was already crowded, there were
few fresh arrivals standing by the bu-
reau. Blanche looked round with idle
curiosity at the same time as a man
turned away from the sort OF pigeon
hole, with the number of his room in
his hand, and came quickly across the
tesselated pavement. He was rather
under the average height, with broad
shoulders, short neck and long arms.
The light OF the chandelier fell full on
pair OF restless eyes, a pale, ordina-
ry face, a short, dark beard, such as
nine Frenchmen out of ten affect, and
a scar on the left cheek. Blanche
stood quite still, every scrap Of color
leaving her face, and then ran upstairs
as f.. t as she could, painting and ter
ror-s ;ricken, to find ner mother.
Lady Dash was quietly taking off
her veil when her daughter burst into
the room. She closed the door be-
hind her and then said excitedly: eve
must leave this place at once. I
wouldn't sleep here another night if
you promised me thousands of
pounds"
"My dear child, what are you think
ing of? We've only just come"
"Never mind, we must 60 at once.
Where's Mary?"
eating her supper, suppose You
must be mad to talk Of starting off at
this time OF night. Nothing would in
duce me-" taking seat on small
sofa and looking very determined.
"But, mother dear" and Blanche
knelt down by her side and seized her
hand. -.
"Why, child, you are as cold as
stone! What is it?" rubbing her fin
gers gently and looking down with
growing alarm into her agitated face.
"You know my horrid dream last
night, - her lips qaivering chow I
Thought was being murdered. Just
now, in the hall, [ saw him."
"You saw whom? I don't under
stand"
*'The man who murdered me-" shak-
ing from head to foot. sIshonld know
him anywhere. He has a scar on his
left cheek
"But, my dear, this is childish non
sense. Who pays attention to
dreams? [ dreamed most wildly one
night that l was shipwrecked. Am I
never to go into a boat again?''
"But that's different. Oh, mother.
do you want to see my throat cut?''
Don't ask such horrible questions.
You must be reasonable. We can't
leave this time of night. It would
create quite an esclandre. You shall
have Mary to sleep on the SOFA"
MARY, who goes into Mysteries at a
spider!"
t'Then will stay with you MYSELF
nagnanimously. Anything to salts
fly you"
Blanche consented to this with a
deep-drawn sigh. She could not help
seeing the difficulties in the way of an
immediate departure, but as far as
she herself was concerned, she would
rather have slept in a, cow-house than
under the roof Lion dor. Lady Dash
could not he expected to consent to
the 'eow-house, 50 she reluctantly gave
way.
The two ladies, having ascertalned
that they had q sufficient stock of
light and literature, and having Sc
.curely locked the door, established
themselves in Blanche's bedroom and